Prisoner of Love

by Nancy Brittain

You burrow into my heart
so long ago.
There you remain
inhabiting me but nowhere in sight.
I try to pry you out
but you dig in.
You will not go easily.
I try delicate means
to dislodge your hold.
Not a chance.
Last hope:
I try reason
talking to your wardens, negotiating.
No one comes out alive, they say.
Resigned,
I rest my head
and wait out the sentence.

- Nancy Brittain